I had still not met the man she was going to be bringing home that weekend. Friday before she left she said her and her friend would be going for drin...s and dancing and would be home late Friday night and for me to be waiting for them. Around midnight I heard the garage door open and was waiting in the den. My wife and a black guy, about 6’3 who I recognized as an investigator for the law firm, walked in. Terri looked at me and said, “Fred this is my sissy boy husband Bobbi, can he get you. Yours, Jen.My cock hardened at her spare words, perhaps less at the words than at just knowing she had handled the heavy paper stock. A real note was infinitely better than an electronic facsimile. I couldn’t remember wanting a woman as much as I wanted her at that very moment. I read the note over and over again. The ride from the airport to the hotel was a blur. “Sir. We’ve arrived.” The car door swung open, and the cool, spring air of Seattle hit me square on, along with the. . . two . . . three . . . almost four full minutes and never once did the steady stream of hot cum stop. Suddenly in the kitchen upstairs . . . they heard footsteps and she let his cock slip from her lips. She placed her finger over those same lips that were dripping with his cum signaling that they should be silent. Soon the person left and they carefully re-entered the kitchen.“Don’t say a word . . . and let’s hope this big cock of yours stays down for a few minutes. Go talk to Erica or. Talking about having sex, aloud, was far more exciting than she’d ever imagined it would be. Catching her breath, she struggled to compose herself. She tingled all over and wondered if she’d had a small orgasm. Shifting her position, she dragged her nipples across the stiffened back of the bodice and almost moaned again. “You’ll get the chance to demonstrate your enthusiasm,” said Gary. “Your impatience is pleasing.” It barely registered that they had.